Whimpering in pain, I slid forward onto my hands and knees so the full
length of my naked body pressed against the cement floor as I stretched
forward to submissively lick the filthy black leather boots of the young,
blonde woman. I'd never seen her before but she's just walked across the
room and kicked me in the balls. Her spike-heeled boots had 5-inch stilettos
that elevated the teenaged dominatrix up onto her toes. Cringing fearfully,
I slithered my tongue under her instep submissively, licking the sole of her
shoe. With the extra 5 inches from her heels, the young woman stood 5'4"
tall but she had a presence much larger than her slight height and slender
build would imply. Gasping for breath, I kept my eyes down on the ground
subserviently as I polished the soft leather of her footwear with my tongue,
praying the irritated teenager would turn her attention to some other slave
boy. I prayed silently of course, and allowed my mind to wander for a few
moments as I licked her boots clean.

I'm merely a nameless 'cock' -- the generic term used by the women who own
us for the male slaves of no particular distinction and those who've never
earned names. In particular, I'm now a punishment cock, a male who exists
solely for the gratification of the twisted pleasures of sadists. Cocks like
me aren't allowed to speak unless specifically granted the privilege by a
woman. Naked and dumb, cocks are lower than even domesticated animals. For
my entire life, I've served women -- first as a toilet, and then trained as
a dog, and then as a horse -- before I was ultimately degraded to being just
a worthless punishment cock.

Since the foundation of the New World Order before I was born, all males are
raised as slaves to women, raised as beasts and trained to be docile and
obedient from birth. There are whispered stories that it wasn't always this
way, but I don't believe them. Women are pure and perfect and powerful.
Cocks like me are nothing and exist only to serve women. Cock equals
slavery.

Males are divided into distinct castes, their classification branded onto
their left ass cheek as soon as they learn to walk. Any training a slave
receives is dependent on the caste is assigned to him by his Owner. At the
top of the slave hierarchy are the pleasure slaves -- pretty boys with big
muscles and enormous cocks who are trained in the arts of pleasuring a
woman. Discarded pleasure slaves may enter the lower castes, or be tortured
to death at the whim of the woman who owns him.

Lower in the caste hierarchy are the male slaves that can learn to perform a
useful skill -- chefs, painters, builders, etc. Below them are the largest
caste -- the common laborers, field slaves, domesticated cleaning servants,
bootlickers and personal attendants. Below them are the slave animals used
as oxen to pull heavy loads, as ponyboys to pull the rickshaws used by the
ladies, or as dogs trained as pets for the younger girls. Lower still are
those slaves treated as inhuman objects: toilet slaves, ashtrays, and
furniture of various sorts.

I'm now a member of the lowest caste -- the cocks. My only reason to exist
in the New World Order is to suffer because I've male and males deserve to
be punished. We represent all that is bad, worthless, and degraded in
society. Less than real animals, less even than our fellow slaves, we exist
solely to be humiliated, abused, and tortured. Any slave can be degraded to
the cock caste, for any reason. Once so designated, the male remains an
object of torture for however long his life lasts.

I spent the first seven years of my life as a toilet, used but ignored by a
Mistress Black and her daughters, Mistress Stephanie, Mistress Julie, and
little Mistress Amber. When I eventually grew too large to live inside their
commode, Mistress Black sold me to an animal breeder who retrained me as a
dog.

After a year of intense conditioning as a dog, she sold me to an elementary
school as a class mascot. I spent six years living in a cage in the back of
Mistress Smith's fifth-grade class. The young mistresses all fed and watered
me when they remembered, and took me for walks. They trained me to perform
all manner of tricks: begging for food, fetching, pulling them around in a
cart, barking on command, and other dog behaviors. Of course the girls use
their whips and paddles on me, practicing with implements of torture whether
I deserved to be punished or not. When I actually deserved punishment, the
teacher would beat me severely in front of the children. She also whipped me
every evening before she locked me in the cage when she went home for the
night.
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